Probably

I probably should stop where I'm at now.

I probably have two choices ahead of me and I probably have to choose the one that you do.

I probably won't be happy with the decision.

I probably will get my heart broken by the end of this.

I probably don't remember what it's like to breathe without you.

I probably will want to hate myself forever for even starting this blog if you ever find out how to Google.

I probably will have to explain myself to you someday.

I probably will then want to kill myself because I have a very large mouth and tend to word vomit all over you.

I probably do all of this because I am so fucking in love with you that I can't see straight.

I probably will scare you away because I don't know how to hide my feelings.

I probably should stop loving you...

I probably can't, so I won't.